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I was putting my bath stuff away as Selene was getting ready in the bathroom with me.
She pauses in front of her sink and points at some object, her arm close to her body and face wrinkled in a bit of a grimace.
Whose...men's razor is that?!
What? Oh yea. That's mine.
Ohhh...I thought it was someone else's...
...
A man's razor? Really?! You use that?
Yea. I find it really does shave better.
Oh. Hmmm...ok.
Men pique my curiosity. I observe them through my lovers. I like to watch them in the morning, going about their usual routine when they get up. I watch their bodies move around their space. I watch how they do things: their actions so exacting, so deliberate. I watch them reaching for things and how their hands touch each object. I like it when their eyes awkwardly glance away after they've noticed that I've been watching them intently.
My favourite thing is watching them get ready: shaving, putting their contact lenses on or fixing their hair. It's when I'm lying or sitting there quietly that I'm paying the most attention.
At night I watch them crawl into bed in their cozy man pajamas. Then early in the morning I observe them sleeping. I look at their hair, their eyelashes, their nose, their lips and their collar bones. Secretly, I wish that they would wake up before I do and gaze at me the same way.
When I leave, I smile to myself because I smell of them, as I had to use their shower gel or their deodorant.
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